Chapter 87

As she spoke, Nangong Zixuan took out her bulging wallet, pulled the zipper with a swish, and took out a thick stack of large bills. Without counting them, she extended them towards Chen Dasheng, looking at him with an extremely disdainful gaze, "Is this enough money?"

This beauty is quite wealthy, but unfortunately, she lacks brains. Chen Dasheng's eyes lingered on the stack of bills for a moment, but he did not reach out to take them. He was not short of money, and if he accepted it, he would be unable to clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

"What? Not enough?" Nangong Zixuan looked at Chen Dasheng coldly, her voice icy and piercing.

Chen Dasheng's face darkened, and he said, "Can I take it that you are insulting me?"

Nangong Zixuan was instantly amused by this, "I didn't mean it that way, I just don't want you to keep纠缠 this old man."

"Old man, open your pocket!"

Chen Dasheng frowned, not bothering to deal with this girl. He stepped forward quickly, his large hand swiftly reaching out towards the old man's bulging pocket.

"Hmph!"

Nangong Zixuan's reaction was not slow. She lightly sidestepped and casually slapped towards Chen Dasheng's face.

Scorching!

A scorching palm wind rushed towards Chen Dasheng. He was startled and couldn't dodge in time. He quickly turned his claw into a palm and, in a hurry, met Nangong Zixuan's palm.

Peng!

The palms met, and both of them took two steps back. To the onlookers, this palm strike seemed simple, but both of them were filled with shock.

"Such strong power!"

Nangong Zixuan's right hand trembled slightly. The violent force in Chen Dasheng's palm had completely numbed her right hand. She was a Fourth-Rank先天武师, and even though that was just a casual palm strike, the power was not to be underestimated.

Chen Dasheng, on the other hand, was even more shocked. His right hand was behind his back, and his entire palm felt as if it had been burned, causing intense pain. This palm technique was truly both domineering and strange.

He glanced at Nangong Zixuan, his voice tinged with a Beijing accent. He didn't know where this girl came from or why she was here.

"Definitely a先天武师!" This thought appeared simultaneously in both their minds, and they both felt a bit wary of each other.

After a moment of confrontation, the sensation in their hands gradually returned. Nangong Zixuan, feigning calmness, asked Chen Dasheng, "Who are you?"

Chen Dasheng gave Nangong Zixuan a deep look but did not answer. Instead, he pointed at the old man behind her and said fiercely, "Old man, consider yourself lucky today. The money in your wallet will be your coffin money!"

"We'll meet again. We'll settle this later!" He glared at Nangong Zixuan and coldly hummed, then turned and stormed off.

This girl is definitely an expert. With so many people around, it's not easy to act. She thinks I'm a bad person, and with her blocking me, I can't do anything to the old man. More and more people were gathering around, and Chen Dasheng didn't want to get entangled with them. It was better to leave directly.

Chen Dasheng had put important items like his ID card and bank cards in the Qiankun Bracelet. The wallet only contained some money, so the loss was not significant. He considered it bad luck to have encountered a troublemaker today.

"Remember, I'm Nangong Zixuan. If you want to fight, come find me!"

Nangong Zixuan threw a tough word at Chen Dasheng and let him leave. The onlookers, seeing Chen Dasheng's unfriendly expression, scattered far away, afraid of getting into trouble.

Hearing Nangong Zixuan's words, Chen Dasheng did not turn back and headed straight for the Sisters' Shop.

Seeing Chen Dasheng leave, Nangong Zixuan smiled slightly. She put the wallet away and reached out to help the old man, "Old man, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, miss. Thank you so much today. If it weren't for you, I would have been falsely accused of being a thief, and my lifelong reputation would have been ruined." The old man grabbed Nangong Zixuan's hand, tears streaming down his face with emotion.

"Don't thank me, old man. It's what I should do. Leave quickly, don't run into that person again." Nangong Zixuan supported the old man, worried that Chen Dasheng might come back to take revenge on him, and urged him to leave quickly.

Chen Dasheng, who had already reached the steps of the Sisters' Shop, turned back and saw this scene.

"Still naive!"

Watching the old man clutching his bulging pocket disappear into the crowd, Chen Dasheng had no intention of chasing after him again. He just shook his head lightly.

"I wonder if my sister has returned. With such an expert appearing in Rongcheng, I should tell my sister to investigate thoroughly." With a hint of doubt in his mind, Chen Dasheng glanced at Nangong Zixuan from a distance and then entered the Sisters' Shop.

Nangong Zixuan was surrounded by a crowd, receiving their praise.

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Another old man!

Under the old tree in the courtyard stood an old man. The moment Chen Dasheng stepped into the courtyard, he felt something was off.

It was as if there were fierce beasts lurking around, giving him a sense of unease, like being back in class when the teacher asked a question, and the classroom was deathly silent, not even a breath could be heard.

The moment Chen Dasheng entered the courtyard, the old man's gaze fell on him.

He wore a blue robe, had white hair and a long beard, and was somewhat fat but tall and imposing. At first glance, he resembled the fat Jin Bao from Hong Kong dramas, standing straight under the old tree, blending naturally with the surroundings, exuding a natural aura.

The subtle and inexplicable pressure came from this old man, and his sharp gaze made people feel terrified.

"Who are you?"

Chen Dasheng stood for a while, seeing no one else, and asked the old man doubtfully.

The old man did not answer but looked Chen Dasheng up and down with an indescribable gaze, stroking his beard lightly, and said, "You are Chen Dasheng?"

His gaze was scrutinizing, his tone arrogant, giving Chen Dasheng a sense of being looked down upon. His voice was standard Beijing accent, loud and clear, like a towering volcano, making people involuntarily look up.

Chen Dasheng nodded and asked doubtfully, "Old sir, do you need something? Are you here to pray?"

"Since you are Chen Dasheng, prepare to die!"

The old man's eyes flashed, and he suddenly roared, taking a step forward and appearing in front of Chen Dasheng. His sleeves billowed, and he casually slapped towards Chen Dasheng's chest.

Chen Dasheng's pupils constricted. He was completely baffled, not knowing what had happened. Why did this old man attack him as soon as he heard his name?

They were more than twenty meters apart, yet the old man appeared in front of him with a seemingly casual step, giving Chen Dasheng no time to react. He could only use the essence of Tai Chi to deflect the palm wind and retreat several steps, barely managing to stabilize himself.

The palm wind was overwhelming and scorching, like a wave of fire. Chen Dasheng's eyes were filled with shock. The old man's strength was terrifying. Just that one move was enough to show that he was no match, and there was almost no doubt about it.

Could this be an enemy my sister provoked? Or is it the Ninth Public Scattered Man from Jiugong Mountain seeking revenge for his disciple?

The old man's strength far exceeded his imagination. Chen Dasheng felt a cold sweat on his back and secretly guessed the old man's identity.

"The old man's palm technique is somewhat similar to that girl's. Could they be a group?" Chen Dasheng was somewhat moved by this thought. He was worried and anxious, not seeing Lu Qiaohua and the others in the shop. Could they have met with misfortune?

"Being able to escape from my half-strength attack, your Tai Chi skill is quite good!" As he thought, the old man stroked his beard and said to Chen Dasheng, "That was a one-tenth strength palm. Again!"

Saying this, he slapped towards Chen Dasheng again.

"Half-strength?"

Chen Dasheng was startled. From the old man's tone, that palm strike was only half-strength, less than one-tenth, yet it had made him so狼狈?